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| BurningPT | Jun 29 2010, 10:28 PM Post #1 |
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A peace conference.. Held between the ASL and the AEU it is a joint meeting on discussing the joint measures being taken to finish C-Block in the bold timeline of only one year. In one years time the plan was to use both sides ramped up factory manpower to focus on purposes of peace for once. In truth this plan had been in place for a while, most of the sections of C-Block were already complete. but the idea was that the appearance of it all coming together in one year would make both sides look more powerful and more together... However the truth was far from that... After huge financial losses in the deep space exploration the ASL was hurting somewhat. Their attempt to explore deep into space had instead landed them in massive financial hardship as their most advanced ship ever constructed was lost, simply lost, to the depths of space.. Meanwhile the AEU was drowning in the sheer workload that the ring had become. It's full use as a solar generator for the entire world wasn't possible unless it was completed. As of now the annoyance of infrequent rolling black outs were quickly grinding on the nerves of all inhabitants of earth. The rapid spread of technology over the last century had endure that demands were greater than ever.. Add to these problems that both sides were in constant dispute over the territorial nature of the ring, whether high earth orbit counted as space or in Earth's territory and what claim the ASL actually had to the area when factors like satellites in the same orbit not really belonging to the ASL were included had caused tensions on both sides to soar.. But today wasn't about facts, it was about appearances. Which is why the armies of both sides were gathered for mandatory speeches and talks about peace. Because no matter how ugly things were the shattered remains of Al Tarf and the burned ashes of The Barren reminded both sides how much civility truly mattered.. Into the audience of gathered soldiers one slipped through, out of uniform and without even the slightest regard for appearances he slid past row after row of UEA soldiers... He was feeling a bit quesy.. He HATED space. It was IDIOTIC. Humans whom lived here were just arrogant assholes. Hundreds of years ago a millionaire forked out millions to fly into space just to brag. Then after that it was a millionaire spending a bunch of money to live on the space station.. Then the elites formed the colonies and moved up there all because they were too good for the Earth dwellers. Able snarled his nose at the damn pricks. The ASL, more like his ASS. They were just cocky bastards floating through space and putting on airs while trying to prevent the UEA from completing the project that would provide cheap power for the whole world. All because of what? Some treaty signed a hundred years ago? Who even cared?! It was pointless. Able sighed, readying himself to listen to the space shit heads talk about how GENEROUS they were being to come off their floating man-made paradises and talk to us lowly earth dwellers.. Edited by BurningPT, Jul 12 2010, 12:20 PM.
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| Jusuchin | Jun 29 2010, 11:01 PM Post #2 |
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Lorenzo was in his somewhat well tailored uniform. Modelled after the old US Army Blue uniforms from the first American Civil War, it was a nice, form-fitting suit that had old cavalry style epaulets and everything. And oh how did he hate it. The golden-helmed appearance of the Valkyrie, his unit insignia, was the only truly beautiful bit of it. Well, so was the good old stars and stripes. He wasn't here to listen to the speeches. He was here to zone out. Space to him was a vast new sea. Except Earth was being blockaded. Space colonies who think they could outlive Mother Earth. Silly spacers. Sighing, he looked at his watch. The ASL Ambassador was taking his damn time. That's when he saw him. Some idiot walking up the line. "Oi, ass. Sit back down before security gets you." He said, stopping the guy. Lorenzo's face gave off a determined glare, as if to say 'we can cause trouble later, endure it for now.' |
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| Dominique | Jul 1 2010, 01:17 AM Post #3 |
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Arriving in typical military regalia, a ghost of a raven-haired spacer mingled confidently amongst the crowd. Her skin was pale and shining, almost glowing in the light of the artificial chandeliers that decorated the ceiling. With a predatory smile perpetually expressed on her supple, but deathly sallow lips she worked her way through the crowd, murmuring the occasional comment to a group of fat old politicians which was quickly followed by a wave of subdued chuckles. Her charisma was undeniable, if somewhat frightening as her trademark katana bobbed by her side with each step. However, despite her unavoidable presence none of these former allies of her father recognized Avdotya Kyeong all grown up. Behind the friendly facade, the true feelings of the political standout had nowhere to hide. This peace conference, all these men and military brass from both sides gathered together to celebrate the success of their treaty. It was a sham, a play put on for the people to make them feel safe and Ava could smell the lies like a vulture sensing the life drain from a dying corpse. Being in closed quarters with these men of perpendicular visions was akin to holding a flame convention for an assembly of bloated, scamming powder kegs. This would be a prime place to start an incident, but Avdotya simply did not work that way. This conference was much larger than the ones she typically attended and for that reason someone who knew her well enough (if there is such a person) would recognize that she was not here willfully. The brass had 'recommended' that she attend as a show of good faith. By showing up to express her admiration for the current political climate, she was being forced to both indirectly apologize for the policies of her father as well as exist as proof that the treaty worked. After all, if even a fiendish, bestial creature like the bloodthirsty Kyeong family could find a heart for all this, surely anyone could. It was nauseating; underhanded and vile and Ava stomach turned more and more each moment she was here. Depressingly, neither her father nor her grandfather would ever condone disobeying strict military orders for the sake of personal grievances and even if it went against everything she stood for, Ava would play ball for a few hours. How bad could it really be? A few hours of flowery speeches, hand-shaking and a few hundred photos and the public would forget about it in a week... Had she really become so cynical? |
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| BurningPT | Jul 1 2010, 03:34 PM Post #4 |
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Hours waned on and the event dragged from one speech to anther. Meanwhile slowly but surely soldiers began to rush back and forth as ASL and AEU dignitaries slowly made their way out of there ahead of schedule one by one... And then sirens sending them on full alert. ~~~~ HOURS EARLIER ~~~~ "Sir.. we're receiving weird pulses from the anomalous zone.." "pulses..?" "Yeah.. rapidly increasing pulses of energy.." "Let me check your data.." The man said coming over and analyzing the chart. "No.. it's not a pulse, that's an illusion made by the sweeping scan. Put a focused scan on the area to the right-most corner of our scanning radius..." As they did so the image became clearer. A large VOID completely bereft of anything... But it was only detectable via the scan. "It's a... black hole..? But there's no gravitational pull..." "Not it's more like an entangled space. Two spaces becomes linked on a quantum level so that the space occupies new properties..." "But the entanglement theory is used to validate theories of-" BAM, the door slammed open as soldiers moved into the room. "This facility is now under the control of the ASL. Any data you have is now government property classified as top secret." He said as soldiers moved into the room, seizing all the scientists before they could do anything. "... What really happened to the ships that entered the anomalous space?" The scientist said narrowing his eyes. "Did they really die from contact?" "That's need to know and I don't need to know, sir. Now shut up and let's get back to the base.." ~~~~ One hour earlier ~~~~ A series of large black spheres exploded from nothingness. There were over a dozen and as soon as they appeared they were blasted, hammered by a congregation of vessels that had been assigned to the location. Eventually the black containers were ripped away and the large black spheres released four smaller faster vessels each. They blasted bast the blockade, the beam weapons were practically useless. Only a half dozen of the small ships were actually destroyed before they blew past the ships.. ~~~~ Now ~~~~ As the ships got closer to the ring. It's long range high powered rail cannon was able to make short work of several of them, the rows of anti-ship lasers met the others with quite an impact as well. The ring was designed for constant comet and space junk collisions as well as possible combat. It's defenses were nothing to shrug off... But even so two ships managed to break through, blasting through the outer wall of the ring and flying into it's inner protective layer, filled with a thick viscous fluid meant to absorb momentum from comets that broke through the first was as well as quickly seal together if a hole were made through the rings walls to create an air-tight seal again. The ship fired high powered beams through it and the inner wall flying into the Ring's interior.. The fluid did it's job, sealing the hole while roving plates were deployed to cover the hole along a rail system. It was only common sense to build your colony with precautions for holes. Meanwhile the two black domes on either side of the ship extended out, both ships released four soldiers.. ![]() Meanwhile... Outside the colony four ships remained, darting around incoming fire and firing back with their own ship cannons. Finally they gave up the ghost and released their four units each sending them to destroy the remaining guns. MISSION 1: START A NEW ENEMY, A NEW ALLY? EARTH AND SPACE MUST FIGHT TOGETHER! ENEMIES: Colonial Battle UKNWN Ships x2 UKNWN Mechs x8 ENEMIES: Space Battle UKNWN Ships x4 UKNWN Mechs x16 ALLIED UNITS: Colonial Battle ![]() UAE-MND-060-TYPE1 x10 ALLIED UNITS: Space Battle ![]() ASL-MND-88R x6 PLAYER PHASE Edited by BurningPT, Jul 1 2010, 10:58 PM.
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| Jusuchin | Jul 1 2010, 09:20 PM Post #5 |
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::L. R. Schrodinger - Colony Proper:: ::Colony Battle:: Lorenzo had drifted off to sleep. Or a resemblance of sleep. His eyes were open, his face stalwart and attentative-looking. But mentally? He was asleep. The speeches. The posturing. The overt lies for the masses. Lorenzo was no politics major, but he knew the realities of it all. He had been bored, an hour earlier, that he had nonchallantly played with his dress weapons. The UEA, being weird like that, allowed most members to carry ceremonial weapons. His were a pair of blued reproduction revolvers. So it came to no surprise that he brandished these two double-action/single-action replicas of the famed Shoefield revolvers at the sound of alarms. 'I'M AWAKE! I'M AWAKE!' He yelled out to the crowd, amidst similar shouts from both delegations. They all sheepishly looked at each other, their ceremonial weapons brandished. He placed both of them back to his old-west style holsters, before joining in the common rush out the door. UEA and ASL uniforms mixing, a few punches and jabs here and there, and officers of both sides yelling that an unknown force, neither UEA or ASL, had entered the Ring. The explosions put in a point. Lorenzo branched off from the general crowd, so did other UEA folks. They all ran towards the UEA's section of the ring, and had continued running when a blue sports car, a new hydrogen model, came along. As well as a red sport utility vehicle. Jumping on, it was a quick ride to where they were stationed. Within 10 minutes, they had their orders. They were to attack the ships and enemy slaves or mecha that entered the ring. ::L. R. Schrodinger - UEA Secondary Base: Altair:: ::Colony Battle:: Within 15 minutes of Lorenzo sheepishly waking up to alarms, he had thrown on a flight suit. Jumping into Lenneth Valkyrie's cockpit, the techs had already warmed up his Servant. He got taxi approval, and with a quick take off from the 200 foot runway, the Servant transformed into its Battle Form, the nose/shield transferred to its rear. "L. R. Schrodinger, Lenneth Valkyrie, into the danger zone." The Servant unholstered its two G-T Revolvers, and with a flourish, it sped off towards the disturbance. ::Y. N. Henderson - Idylls of the King, Holding Position 5-A-20:: ::Space Battle - Hour Prior:: Commander Rinkinshale yawned. There was an increased activity over the tacnet. It was a damn goldmine, the UEA offering even at least their older encrypted lines to the visiting ASL fleet. The Idylls was underneath the shadow of the Ring. Its weapons retracted, and kept on general alert. Yumiko was down in her office, doing a few things. When a general call to alert sounded. 'News from combined command, unknown bogeys appearing. UEA Ring Fleet 2 and ASL Squadron 4 are deploying.' reported in Indra, as she started to make sense of the numerous reports coming in. News feed from the forward units poured into the various viewscreens of the bridge. 'Bring us to alert.' Rinkinshale ordered, before stepping down from the command chair and taking his place below it, in gunnery to act as the primary gun colonel. It was also because a Marine had called in that the undesputed master of the ship, Y. N. Henderson, had entered. Dressed in the familiar work uniform of the ASL services, a black/gold trim, military-uniform-like vacuum suit. "Status?" 'Ring Fleet 2 and Squadron 4 have engaged unknown hostiles...Getting reports...Oh God. Sacramento is down, as is Lance Held High....Tharis, Austerlitz, Midway....Campo Grande...Virginia Capes....They'll reach us within an hour!' Indra reported, her voice breaking. 1 ASL Destroyer and 6 assorted UAE Fast Corvettes and Frigates were wiped out. "...that many?" Yumiko didn't sit on her chair, but instead stayed near a navigation screen, watching the digitalized representation of forces in their area of space. The rest of the bridge crew were stunned. Yumiko merely sighed. "...ready our pilots. Whatever pilots we have left here." 'Orders from joint command, the Idylls, Charge, Crossing, Lady Shalot, we're to form a reserve force and hide alongside Ring Fleet 7.' Indra called out, giving their deployment orders. Yumiko sighed as she sat on her command chair. An hour to go. "Make it so." She said, a hint of anger to her voice. Working with the damned Earthlings? Unbelievable. How dare they? How could they? But as the reports came in by the minute, she saw that these...these thigns. They were really not the work of the other side. ::Y. N. Henderson - Idylls of the King, Reserve Position:: ::Space Battle - Current:: The enemy ships blasted through the combined might of the Ring's defenses and the ships. Extreme patience from both her, her comrades, and the UAE's ships kept them hiding underneath the ring, until the time came for them to charge out. "Prepare for anti-slave and anti-ship combat. Initiate lockdown procedures. Battle stations!" 'Turrets Alpha through Juliet show green, Alpha, Foxtrot, Golf, Hotel, Anti-Slave Firing Mode. All others Anti-Ship. Quad mounts ready for Anti-Slave and Anti-Missile.' 'Main Engines Green. RCS and FCM Thrusters Green.' "Idylls of the King to joint command. Heading out!" Yumiko called forth. At that cue, Helmsman Katie Maliki tapped a few controls and the four Deuterium Nuclear Fusion Engines roared to life, propelling the Idylls, her sister ships, and the UAE ships out of their hiding spot. The front of the Idllys opening up as green and red lights from either side of the armored 'forks' showed the path for the first of the Idylls Slaves to rocket forth. Edited by Jusuchin, Jul 2 2010, 03:42 AM.
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| Dominique | Jul 2 2010, 03:59 AM Post #6 |
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The assembly dragged on into what seemed like an endless series of nigh identical speeches, handshakes and rounds of applause when two people who hated each other managed to keep up a smile while standing within a few feet of each other. It was enough to make most anyone sick, especially Avdotya who had managed to sit through the entire thing thus far sober and with her full attention pressed on the empty suits on stage. Looking around idly, it looked as though everyone was ready for a break in the proceedings (even the eyelids of the cameramen made the odd bob here and there). Honestly, she would take anything over this maddening monotony right now, even combat. Ava contemplated starting a fight between a few of the soldiers despite the possible consequences and promises she'd made to herself, the brass and her dead family's patriarchs. At this point, surely even they would understand. However, that opportunity would never present a chance to manifest itself as the hall was suddenly filled the mechanical wailing of panic alarms. Within seconds, politicians were spirited out by their supporters as ASL and UEA men stared at each with disbelief, confusion and even righteous anger at the gall being presented by either side. This had the potential to be an exciting incident, but sadly she had another part to play. Standing up and adjusting her tie, the pilot casually began striding out of the room towards the nearby hangar where the Noir floated gracefully, already prepped for departure. She smiled nostalgically; the military, you could always count on that sort of punctuality. The graceful structure of the silhouette-black Slave unit seemed to overwhelm her as she stepped into its fluorescent-lit shadow to reach the elevator. Stepping into the open cockpit the Frame swallowed her whole and the still, dark pit was suddenly alive with the whirring of computer fans and booting systems. The virtual blue screen before her cast a ghostly shadow on her face, making it appear more sallow, sunken and ghostly than it had before. As she took off, the typical questions crossed her mind. Who had planned this attack? How had their intelligence managed to miss something that had been this thoroughly protected? It seemed unlikely that the ASL was conducting something this underhanded without her knowing and the UEA were too cowardly to even consider it. It seemed most likely to be the work of third-party terrorists, but who and moreover, how? There was too much going on here for any one terrorist cell to be behind it, not with these kinds of resources. There would be not time for answers yet, however as the enemies gathered in the space outside slowly came into the view of her monitor. The Noir's radar pinged as allied IFF's were separated from...completely unidentifiable frame-types. Zooming in her monitor to get a close look at the enemy, the slightest maddened grin passed over her face. What was this crap? Had the devil come for her already? These weren't terrorists, they couldn't even be human, could they? A few of the allied ASL units falling in formation behind her snapped Ava out of her thoughts as they closed in on the first wave of enemy frames. Looking over each of her shoulders at them, her usual confident smile passed across her skeletal face. "This is Avdotya Kyeong, entering the battle area, ASL units stay in formation behind me and follow my lead and let's do our best not to get ourselves killed, it might take the piss out of the politician's little tea party here. Oh and before we engage, any of you privates ever killed a demon before?" Ava's ghastly chuckle echoed over the comm as she pressed on the Noir's engines, speeding into the chaos. Edited by Dominique, Jul 4 2010, 01:28 AM.
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| Sybilus | Jul 2 2010, 11:10 AM Post #7 |
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Kriemhild "Krie" Zakariassen - Idylls of the King, Staff Canteen 17:24:03 - Approximately One hour ago It has been well over two weeks since she was assigned onto this ship along with SLV S3-171 "Freyr". The people here are nice, the atmosphere is quite bearable, the food is meh, the beds are not the best... Everything are pretty comfortable, only that nothing fun ever happens on board. It is a huge change for Kriemhild Zakariassen to switch from being stationed in the defensive department of the colony to the battlefront line. Even though this peace talk bull shit is going on, nothing such as full scale war really happens, and all she does all day is eat, sleep, and scout in her "Freyr" with permission, nothing much happens. Unlike on the colony where there are bars, casinos, and all other kind of entertainment to go to when on break, there is literally nothing here to do. She is on the verge of being driven insane of boredom. That captain, Captain Yumiko Handerson, is a rather boring and serious person as well. Maybe when you get familiar with her, not so much. But for right now, for the past two weeks, she is completely dull. Even when she's supposedly on break, she doesn't seem to try and make anything fun for herself. How to describe it... Boring. Yep, the whole ship is boring. Maybe this will change in a week or two, but for right now, she is bored to hell. Even the food tastes bland right now. "This is hell...." She mutters, as she scoop another bit of food into her mouth. She'd be drive insane by boredom if something doesn't happen. As if some sort of Deity has heard her complaint, the alert system on the carrier went off, and Kris almost immediately jolted up. Finally, something is happening! Is it a surprise attack? It's a surprise attack from the damned UEA, right? How sly and underhanded! Kris curses under her breath, but she can feel the thrill and tremble in her pinky for excitement. Finally, something is happening. She just wants to fly out and do some blow-up jobs right now. Nothing better than some fireworks will delight her mood better. Kriemhild "Krie" Zakariassen - Idylls of the King, Hanger 18:19:23 - Now ... So it turn out that it was not UEA that pulled the attack on them. It is unknown, as well, who this third force is. Whoever this third force person is, he sure is powerful, for those unit frames are not cheap, and it seems that he has all the wealth and influence that he ever needs to try and become the third meddling power in the mix. Great. So now the scale of war will change in two ways. Either the UEA and ASL will join together to fight against a common cause, or they will fight separately to take advantage of each other's weakness as they fight this third party. In either case, ASL will be in a disadvantage. ASL is far from the planet. From the direction that the attack seem to have launched from, ASL is more prone to be attacked by this third force than UEA. UEA has always been trying to expend, so it is no surprise if they decides to take advantage of it and take care of ASL from their back. ASL is also left in the worse state after the continuous wars, and will not last half as long if they are attacked from both sides. Kris took a deep breathe after a short thought. It has nothing to do with her. All she has to do is to follow commands, fulfill her role and fight like the black pawn that she is. Obey orders, fight, fight and fight, and then finally die in grace. That's the purpose of her life. Heh. Die, eh? She's not interested in dying so soon though. Pfft, she hasn't had half of the fun she wanted to have. Hell no is she going to let herself die that easily. Besides, "Freyr" is too pretty a mecha for her to give up. Nobody is taking "Freyr" from her. Kris took a deep breathe in her pilot seat in "Freyr", rolled her eyes and looked forward. "Kriemhild Zakariassen, Slave Frame Series 3 171, "Freyr", jet fighter mode, "Gullveig" Mega Buster pack jettison, Deploy." It is strange how nolstagic the speed of "Freyr" feels with "Gullveig" on it. Kris frowns at that thought, and perform the separation and transformation routine right behind "Noir", initiating the initial cannon charging process. Killing a demon, eh. Ava Kyeong. She never has a good feeling about that woman, simply beause she's quite a mysterious and manipulative figure. If possible, she'd rather stay as far away from that woman as possible, for the woman feels like an uncatachable fox to her, and sly creatures as that will never be something that she'd be able to handle- she has a feeling that she wouldn't even know how she died even if she died because that woman stabbed her at the back. Kris did not respond. It is part of her rules in piloting not to respond to non-command comments in battle. It is distraction. No distraction should ever be put into the way of combat. Even the slighest distraction of thought can cause your life. |
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| BurningPT | Jul 2 2010, 02:52 PM Post #8 |
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"Shit! What the hell is going on?!" Able thought as the crowd broke up. He dashed quickly towards the shelters to hide while the battle started.. He wasn't going to rush out there to diem, he was just a prototype test pilot with no real merit. However as he mixed in with the flow of the crowd he founds himself unable to make it to the nearest shelter and the hanger was nearer than the other one. Like it or not he was going to the hanger.... He dashed to the hanger area hopping on a lift. He rode it to the cockpit as the bipedal UEA machines marched out to their obvious doom. He took the Daedalus to the door positioning it there with his shoulder-mounted canon facing the outside.. "HEY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! GO JOIN THE BATTLE!" The hanger's overseer shouted over comm lines. "I'd love to but orders from up above. I'm to protect the hanger!" Able said shaking. Battle.. that's what this was, right? It was an honest to god battle. A real battle... It scared the shit out of him. He couldn't even move he felt like he was gonna hork. Who the fuck said anything about a battle..? He just wanted more speeches now. It's all he wanted... COLONY BATTLE ~~~~ ENEMY PHASE ~~~~ The UKNWN bipedal machines formed into a four man group guarding each other. They use the large object on their arm as a long range beam weapon. Easily cutting apart the nearest of the small walking tanks. The front one then switched his to sword mode and dashed rapidly cleaving another in two. Suppressant fire from the beam Gatling kept them relatively pinned though. The ships moved towards the residential district firing and cutting a swath of destruction into the retreating crowd. ~~~~ ALLIED PHASE ~~~~ The walking tanks were being picked off until the Servant Frame arrived. The formed into formation around Lorenzo, giving him heavy suppressing fire so he could do his work. ENEMIES: UKNWN Ships x2 UKNWN Mechs x8 ALLIES: Walking Tanks: x6 SPACE BATTLE ~~~~ ENEMY PHASE ~~~~ Two ships broke off from the attack with their squads moving to the space elevator... Their goal was clear.. Meanwhile two ships remained with their eight units, having cleared the majority of the defensive lasers the ships began to pound the exterior wall to blast through it so that they could enter the colony and assist the other internal troops ~~~~ ALLIED PHASE ~~~~ "Sir they're going after the space elevator we have to intercept! The damage to the planet from falling debris or if the tower collapsed would be beyond comprehension!" "No, our priority is the force about to get into the colony. We still have dignitaries on The Ring. They take priority over the UEA's power being delivered on time!" "Ma'am, give us an order.. the elevator or the ring?" They said to Ava ENEMIES UKNWN Ship Group A: x2 (Ring Attack) UKNWN Mech Group A: x8 UNKWN Ship Group B: x2 (Colony Attack) UKNWN Mech Group A: x8 ALLIES: Slave Gunners x6 Edited by BurningPT, Jul 2 2010, 02:57 PM.
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| Jusuchin | Jul 2 2010, 11:30 PM Post #9 |
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::L. R. Schrodinger - Colony Defensive Line:: ::Colony Battle:: Lorenzo was placed as the head of the colony battle. There was just too many freaking bogeys. And the grunts ain't helping much. Working wonders with the taccom, he separated the odd numbered tanks as Red Team and even numbered as Blue Team. "Red Team, concentrate fire on those ships. Take down their engines, and keep mobile! Blue, on me!" Lorenzo ordered, as he boosted towards the first enemy mech. 2 to 1. Wick quickness, Blue was able to divide an enemy mech by itself. Lorenzo flew up, aiming both of his Servant's Revolvers at the monstrosity. All the while the panoramic viewscreen in his cockpit was detailing the movements of his team and the enemy. They were the only force in here. They were fighting spread thin and backs to the wall. Unless. "WE NEED MORE HELP!" Lorenzo yelled. ::Y. N. Henderson - Idylls of the King, Space Battle Line:: ::Space Battle - Current:: The ship captain felt cheated. Well, she was dealing with a name here. A name that not only had political ramifications. But also one of the best Slave-drivers (lul) in the ASL. Still, it made some sense. Yumiko hated the Earthlings. So protecting the colony was imperative. But she had to think ahead. What would happen... "Idylls, moving out in support of elevator. The elevator is a key structural aspect of the Ring. It goes, the Ring is weakened. It will fall. And our plan to attack the colony section is all for naught. We can handle this, the rest of you hammer the colony attackers. I'll show you what a Midlothian-class Heavy Destroyer can do!" Yumiko said, stamping her foot on the ground. The Idylls fired its main thrusters, rocketing around the group before chasing after the two ships, which left their backsides open. The forward turrets and quad-AA turrets readied themselves for eventual battle. 'Are you sure about this captain?' 'Nearing optimum firing range, weapon at green, positive locks.' Called out a gunner. "Earthling or not. Civilian is civilian. The rest can handle the others. Command be damned!" Memories of children left orphan, families torn apart. Homes destroyed. That's what she was trying to avoid. She still hated Earthlings. But this made the best sense for her. What good is it to save the colony when the elevator's fall would damage the ring, and anyone in it. As well as the densely populated metropolis at the base of the elevator. 'Locked!' "Fire!" Turret Alpha, Delta, and Echo fired. These were the centerline turrets, located above and below the main catapult, they all fired a 20.2cm, 150 kilogram projectile at a fraction of the speed of light. Turrets Delta and Echo targeted the enemy vessels propulsion systems, a turret each. A direct hit and it going past armor would mean secondary explosions as the projectiles would most likely blow up the reactors or cause significant damage to a barely armored section. Turret Alpha though, used something else. Firing at a slower velocity but still a fraction of c, it fired two projectiles at an enemy slave, unless they missed or it dodged, using anti-ship ammunition against a slave would be overkill. [[I'm assuming when you mean Colony, you mean the Colony aspect of the Ring. Correct me if I'm wrong.]] Edited by Jusuchin, Jul 3 2010, 02:05 AM.
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| BurningPT | Jul 3 2010, 12:41 AM Post #10 |
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"haah.. haah... haaah..." People were running there right in front of him. Able watched them. With M-DAT hooked up it was like watching in slow motion. He could perceive everything. They were running, children and women. Men and boys. The families of military..? The press..? Somewhere far away was fighting.. 'please don't come.. please don't come.. please don't come..' "GET OUT THERE AND HELP THEM FIGHT YOU COWARD!" 'please don't come..' COWARD 'please don't come..' Time froze. Right in front of him a green and white ship flew past. His targeting locked.. but if he fired he'd draw it's attention. It would come for him.. if not it then it's mechs.. They'd come.. 'please don't come..' He didn't fire. it did. A beam of energy tore through the retreating crowd. Bodies incinerated in an instant. Entire lives gone. An entire lifetime. His pupils widened in horror. They were all dead because he didn't pull the trigger right? But even so.. even so he was scared! "hah. hah. hah. hah. hah. hah." He panted in short breaths. His eyes growing wider until they threatened to bulge out of his head. "WE NEED MORE HELP!" An ally somewhere said. He stared at a half incinerated body as chunks of it bled. WARNING: FEEDBACK He could hear them now. The thoughts of his allies. The people. The fear. Everything. It was so loud. The screaming was so loud. Everything was so loud. The ships were there too. Everything was there. He was going to die. Please don't come! He eyed the ship as it began to shift. Jagged sharp claws.. It was a monster.. It's eyes.. it's eyes were on him.. It wanted to kill him! HE WAS GOIGN TO DIE. THIS WAS BATTLE AND PEOPLE DIED HERE?! "RAARRRGHHHAGH!" He roared in horror jamming on the thrust and flying out into the field. His mech stomped into the ground, it's tendrils spreading out behind it as he opened fire on the first ship's rear with his cannon sending his own suit sliding back,. He then fired his thrust full launching into it with his sonic claws. "I CAN'T DIE IF YOU DIE FIRST? I'LL DIE LAST IF YOU DIE FIRST. PLEASE DON'T COME HERE!" Edited by BurningPT, Jul 3 2010, 12:42 AM.
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